...in recovery...

[lagilman]

Am ensconsed on the sofa in my sister's house, the sounds of my immediate family around me, discussing movies and the things my brother-in-law brought home from his most recent trip to India. Myself, am pleasantly full of a post-T'giving breakfast of fresh fruit, toast, cheese and warmed cider, and working my way through another chapter of the revisions.


Later, probably off to the movies. Pride and Prejudice is currently the front-runner.



Or maybe we'll just hang around the house and pick at Tom Turkey's remains. It's very cold out.


ETA: Instead, we taught my nephews how to play poker. They're very very good at it, to nobody's surprise. In fact, the youngest has the makings of a card counter, the tricky little punk. *proud beam*

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[greeneyedkzin.livejournal.com]

If you're part of the Ocean Spray crowd, you noticed that the cans this year are different. The bottom of the can is sealed and rounded in such a way that you can't open the bottom of the can so that the Ocean Spray can be ejected with undamaged ridges.

Yeah, I know. Sounds obscene.

But the thing is, that packaging wasn't broken, and now they've fixed it.

Esther Friesner is getting people to write Ocean Spray and protest.

They have inflicted an innovation on us at Thanksgiving. They must PAY!

[lagilman]

we had home-made cranberry sauce this year. I lodged my protest with the cook.

(I'm sure it was very good, but for me, the only true cranberry sauce is, as you say, ridged.)

[greeneyedkzin.livejournal.com]

We always have two kinds. This year's cranberry sauce featured cinnamon sticks, orange peel, and pecans. Possibly port.

But the Ocean Spray must be presented, ridges intact, rather like a Boar's Head ceremony. In fact, we wound up singing the Boar's Head Carol, which is truly sick.